Looking at the savage gouges in the ground, Xiao Wu could not help swallowing. Nuo Ya's Martial Soul was far too monstrous. If even one blow landed, she would surely be out of the fight!
Little San was right. The best way to beat Nuo Ya is to wear her down!
According to Tang San, a Martial Soul's strength went hand in hand with its consumption. The stronger the Martial Soul, the harder it was to control and the more energy it consumed.
Nuo Ya was still a girl. She could not keep using a Martial Soul like this for long!
Bang, bang, bang!
Nuo Ya's Black Cleaver kept making the most intimate contact with the ground. In mere moments, the earth in the Small Grove was riddled with pits.
Although Nuo Ya was strong, her body was not tough enough to match. She soon began running out of strength, while Xiao Wu dodged at a leisurely pace, seemingly not worried about losing at all.
Nuo Ya was panting, while Xiao Wu remained perfectly composed.
Seeing this, Xiao Chenyu and the others began to worry. After all, if the fight continued like this, Nuo Ya was very likely to lose!
Nuo Ya's expression darkened, anger flaring in her bright eyes. "You really are a rabbit! All you know how to do is hop around and hide!"
"They say a crafty rabbit has three burrows. Look at all these pits in the ground. Don't they look like burrows you dug?"
Hearing Nuo Ya's blatant personal attack, Xiao Wu instantly flew into a rage. "You old hag! A sallow-faced old woman nobody wants!"
"You're asking for death!"
"First Soul Skill-Slaughter All Directions!"
Nuo Ya was twelve, right in the bloom of youth. Being called an old hag by a six-year-old girl was